Poppa was a Rolling Stone Tribute band singer
By: Alan Berger
Thru the week dad worked at the grocery store
As a beggar
On the weekends out of life he wanted more
So he became Mick Jagger
The eyeliner and lipstick
Fucked up our sink
The sweat from his wig
Left a cross-fire stink
The clothes were too tight
Just like his hero’s
He was a 48 hour shine a light star
Surrounded by zeros
Ma put up with it
She was a wannabe groupie
Dad didn’t give a shit
Because her tits were so droopy
On Monday mornings
He went back to the humanoids
There he bagged again and began snoring
If it wasn’t for his hemorrhoids
He would be wrenching drinking and whoring
